Poems begining by R
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Red, Red Gold
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Red, red gold, a kingdom's ransom, child,
To weave thy yellow hair she bade them spin.
At early dawn the gossamer spiders toiled,
And wove the sunrise in.
Roundel
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft,
That hast this winter`s weathers overshake,
And driven away the longe nighties black.
Reproach Me Not
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Reproach me not e'en if I earn your indignation;
Know: of us two you are to be more envied far.
Unlike my love for you, yours is sincere, unmarred
By jealousy's mistrust, its rancour and vexation.
Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto I.
© John Gay
But when the sun displays his glorious beams,
And shallow rivers flow with silver streams,
Then the deceit the scaly breed survey,
Bask in the sun, and look into the day.
You now a more delusive art must try,
And tempt their hunger with the curious fly.
Retrospection
© John Jay Chapman
WHEN we all lived together
In the farm among the hills,
And the early summer weather
Had flushed the little rills;
Retrospect
© Rupert Brooke
In your arms was still delight,
Quiet as a street at night;
And thoughts of you, I do remember,
Were green leaves in a darkened chamber,
Rupert Brooke - Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research )
© Rupert Brooke
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
Reflections IV.
© Samuel Rogers
This Child, so lovely and so cherub-like,
(No fairer spirit in the heaven of heavens)
Say, must he know remorse? must Passion come,
Passion in all or any of its shapes,
Rod Quinn
© John Le Gay Brereton
How many years, how many years have fled,
Since in the cool dim parlour sat the three
Rouen: Place De La Pucelle
© Maria White Lowell
Here blooms the legend fed with time and chance,
Fresh as the morning, though in centuries old;
The whitest lily in the shield of France,
With heart of virgin gold.
Reply to Comrade Guo Moruo 1963
© Mao Zedong
On this tiny globe
A few flies dash themselves against the wall,
Rhénane d'Automne
© Guillaume Apollinaire
Mon verre est plein d'un vin trembleur comme une flamme
Ecoutez la chanson lente d'un batelier
Qui raconte avoir vu sous la lune sept femmes
Tordre leurs cheveux verts et longs jusqu'à leurs pieds
Remembrance
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
With that pleasant smile thou wearest,
Thou art gazing on the fairest
Wonders of the earth and sea:
Do thou not, in all thy seeing,
Lose the mem'ry of one being
Who at home doth think of thee.
Ruines du coeur
© François Coppée
Mon coeur était jadis comme un palais romain,
Tout construit de granits choisis, de marbres rares.
Bientôt les passions, comme un flot de barbares,
L'envahirent, la hache ou la torche à la main.
Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts I.-II.
© John Logan
Yet lost to fame is virtue's orient reign;
The patriot lived, the hero died in vain,
Dark night descended o'er the human day,
And wiped the glory of the world away:
Whirled round the gulf, the acts of time were tost,
Then in the vast abyss for ever lost.
Remembering the Springs at Chih-chou
© Li Po
Peach-tree flowers over rising waters.
White drowned stones, then free again.
